She took a deep breath and glanced at Kev, smiling a bit. Maybe, if she just pretended the last few minutes hadn't happened, they'd both forget it or...something. She picked up her tea again, and looked at Morgana.

"Well, I was born in Faerie, but I spent most of my life in the mortal world. I lived in Europe for a time, mainly England and France, though I spent some time in Ireland for a while. Before coming here, I was touring the States." She sipped at her tea, not letting it show how flustered she was.

"What a shame, they were lovely before the Industrial Revolution ruined the cities. Luckily the country had remained untouched. Ireland was especially beautiful. Many fae who chose to reside in the mortal realm built homes there." Leslie sipped her tea before continuing.

"Ah, Morgan le Fay. She wads the Queen's healer, though we called her Muirgen. I met her when I was a teenager at a revelry..." She couldn't help but smirk at this. "Mortals portray her as beautiful, but without her glamor she could be quite...intimidating. Of course, this may be different in your realm."

Kev was extremely bored. He liked hearing about Leslie's world, but Morgana was still being boring. And a fun sucker. Maybe she was a vampire that ate fun...hmmmm...

"Anyone named Morgan or Morgana is going to be very ugly. Its like a rule of the universe. Oh wait! Your name is Morgana, isn't it Morgana? But SURELY that's not true...you are only slightly ugly~" Kev said cheerfully to Morgana. Revenge..it might be stupid, but it was still satisfying!

"In my realm, she spent decades scheming to kill Arthur." Morgana said. "And, through Mordred, she eventually succeeded. But after that, she plunged into sorrow and depression. She buried Arthur in Avalon, repented, and disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to her."

And she gave an ambiguous smile.

Then Kev said his horrible thing. Oh, the mouthless reptile had a death wish.

"I'd like to see you at 523, darling. If you have yet to turn to dust." She cooed.

Leslie bit her lip to keep from laughing or saying something. Not that she knew what she'd say, but oh dear lord, Kev was pushing it. Such a hostile environment right now! So she did the only thing she could think of. "Morgana! It was lovely to meet you, perhaps once we've got this place more put together you could come by for a longer visit?"

Kev just batted his eyes at her, 'politely'. "Well, if this was a normal world, I'd be dead by 234!~ And since you can control your age here in this world...think I'll just stick with 51."

Kev snickered as Leslie delicately insisted that Morgana leave. He nodded and gestured to the door. "Yes, we have to get back to painting anyways. Maybe we can meet on a day when you aren't all hormonal."

Leslie put her tea down and stood up to walk Morgana to the door like a good hostess. "Perhaps, thank you for coming by. I'm sorry the house is in such disorder, we've only just begun to paint today." She walked down the short hall and opened the door, offering a sweet smile to the visitor. "Goodbye,"

Leslie closed the door and rested her head against it. "Kev. I'm going to pretend a certain part of her visit did not happen, and if you wish to discuss it, we'll do it at a more...appropriate time. And please..." she turned to face him, trying to hide her grin. "Please, be more well behaved when our friends come over. Can't have you and the guests bickering like cats in heat."

And with that she headed towards the steps, but stopped. "Plus, we all know she won't succeed at getting Zurg to help warm her bed. He's too googly eyed over Jo!"

"Oh please, if I was watching your bruuka, I'd dig my eyes out of their sockets by now!" He called to Morgana, before stopping to listen to Leslie. She mentioned...that and he fidgeted slightly, not sure what to say. She knew now, she was going to pretend it hadn't happened, and she wanted to talk about it later, if he wanted to, at a more appropriate time.

"Sure...we can discuss it...as long as you aren't going to be beating me up or anything." He said, rubbing the back of his head uneasily. he snickered as she mentioned behaving. "I'll behave of THEY behave. And she wasn't behaving at all, the mean little witch."

When he heard what she said last though, he literally fell off the couch laughing hysterically. OH TULSIT that was funny!! After having a nice laughter fit, he followed her to the steps, ready to continue painting, or whatever they were doing.